It's a beautiful day today and I was sitting here enjoying peaceful music and occasionally glancing out of my big windows and watching the snow fall. Watching snow fall is such a rare thing for me, still a new experience and so I find it extremely calming and meditative. I have been here in this new city in the Midwest for more than six months and winter has been here since December but this is the first real snow fall, a first experience in my life. Lots of firsts this past year and more to come I'm sure.

I feel like I slipped away from many things I loved doing, things I didn't even do often even before but always meant to and slowly diminished even more once I moved here and started this job I have that is crushing. You tell yourself how you want to live your life yet your life passes by with really no change. Sigh. I don't want that any longer. I want to to delve back into my creativity and artistic practice. I would like to write more here and by hand in a journal. More memory keeping and photo taking. And, of course, always books. Books and poetry.

This morning we had breakfast at my local French restaurant. I had Pancake Néelandaise, a dutch style pancake topped with lemon curd and mixed berry coulis and blueberries and powdered sugar. It is probably my absolute favorite breakfast. We have been home for a few hours and I took a nap but it's still early in the day and there are some things I'd like to do before the day is over. Finish the book I have been reading, book notes I need to write down, art journaling. There is some wonderful lemon chicken and broccoli pasta waiting for me to eat. V made it yesterday from an Ina Garten recipe, came out deliciously, a new favorite dish.

                                                          I have been living in this Lauren Manoogian + Pansy set.

                                                          I have been living in this Lauren Manoogian + Pansy set.



I've always wanted to visit the Cy Twombly Gallery at The Menil Collection in Houston but I never did get around to it. I happened to be in Houston this weekend and I thought I should go see it before I move out of the state in a few weeks. I am so glad I did because it was inspiring and so beautiful. The space is magnificent. Open, light white floors, white walls, high ceilings. There was no one in the gallery but me and the silence and solitude was more than I could ask for. Just perfect.  

I also visited the main Menil Collection and was stunned by its beauty, as well. It's a beautiful museum with some really great galleries showcasing some of my favorite artists. The Surrealism gallery was, of course, my favorite.  


Photos taken by me